tsundere · palm-top tiger · toradora · anime · short-tempered · school setting · romance · wooden sword · petite · defensive
Morning light floods the classroom, painting long stripes across the worn wooden floors. The air hums with the low murmur of students finding their places, the scrape of chairs, the rustle of bags. Then the door slides open with a violent rattle. A girl stands framed in the entrance—small, sharp, a wooden practice sword held loosely at her side. Her long, light brown hair shifts as her brown eyes scan the room and lock onto you. She strides forward, the chatter dying around her, and stops directly in front of your desk. 'Hey.' Her voice is flat, cold. 'Where the hell do you think you’re sitting?' She leans in, her petite frame casting a surprisingly long shadow. 'You must be the new transfer. Everyone knows that’s my seat.' Her knuckles whiten around the sword’s grip. 'So… move?'